Chapter 125: Ending One's Days in Solitude and Withered Decay

It could hardly be called abuse, strictly speaking. Housekeeper Hu tried to console the old master, who was itching to rush forward and shield his grandson, but what could be done? After all, the child shared no blood relation with him—it was merely a nominal bond. While it wasn't quite as shocking as what one might see in other families, the lack of a blood tie didn't justify such treatment; it was simply hard to watch. Yet, he couldn't intervene, and his words fell on deaf ears. It was truly stifling.

However, a major turning point occurred at this moment. Facing all of this, Jin Zhanhong was the first to change. Regarding the things his wife had done, he did not...

Gu Lele, however, couldn't summon any spirit, thinking to herself how wonderful it would be to have a bowl of snail rice noodles right now.

The person who had been sitting on the sofa instantly grabbed their coat from the corner, threw it on, and headed out.

A golden arc traced through the air as the Buddha’s relic hovered for a moment before settling back into Qu Mo’s palm.

After dinner, Qiao Yun took Tuanzi out for a walk, while Li Yifeng stayed home teasing Chocolate with a cat wand.

Mu Ninger was not idle either; she intentionally struck up conversations with those around her, hoping to glean some useful information.

In Yu Leang’s eyes, Wu Xin’s response was equivalent to an admission, and he curled his lips in triumph.

"If you don't know how to do it, can't you learn?" Daphne’s remark sent Ling Zixuan straight into a personal hell. "It seems I am in for a very painful dinner tonight," Ling Zixuan said, grimacing to show his distress.

News released to the public is often several days behind the actual events, which meant that as soon as Bai Yu returned to the real world, he had been working without pause.

Old Mrs. Lin was choked by her own words. She had only meant to complain casually as she always did, never expecting Lin Man to nod with such earnest seriousness.

Lin Yu instantly activated a silver-grade barrier, and Chen Tian and the others were enveloped in a layer of golden protective light.

"Yes, My Lord, we must carry on Adeline’s legacy." Stan bowed his head silently, mourning Adeline’s passing.

Lin Yu knew well that if the Ji family weren't lacking in strength, how would Xu Youdong have dared to abduct them so brazenly?

Unless the two of them were actually descendants of those ancient, mysterious tomb-raiding families—though that seemed unlikely. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

"Since Master Ning can take the punishment on your behalf, why can I not do the same for her?" Zhan Long retorted.

And then there was the question of what to do next, once the acquisition of Mingwei Jewelry was complete.

These days, weirdos are everywhere; it was just bad luck to run into such a frustrating one while already in a foul mood.

"It’s all the same. When I first met Nisse in Deville, I also thought it was just a routine commission. I never imagined it would end up like this." Fern looked at the wine bottle in his hand, lost in thought.

"Damn it, you stubborn fool! If you don’t leave now, we’re all going to be buried alive! Are your ears stuffed with donkey hair? Can’t you hear me shouting at you?" I glared fiercely at San Pangzi and snapped at him in a rage.

Zhuo Lengxi and Yun Yang exchanged a smile. Thor, the God of Thunder, was still the same as ever—just like the Tesseract, he insisted it belonged to Asgard. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel helpless; S.H.I.E.L.D. was far too bold, acting with such impatience before the guests had even departed.

"Uh... I suppose that would be a bit distracting." Lin Xiyin imagined the scene and immediately understood what Zheng Xiyi meant.

"Wu Hong, these surrendered soldiers are now in your hands. If they behave, treat them normally, but if they harbor any devious intentions, don't show any mercy!" There was an unreadable emotion in Wu Meng’s eyes as he spoke in a flat tone, prompting Wu Hong to bow and depart to carry out the order.

Even if one were forced to leave due to work, someone of Wang Minglun’s rank and age would be expected to return to the provincial level, taking a suitable position within a provincial department to await retirement or an appointment to the Provincial People's Congress or the CPPCC. It was impossible to be transferred between municipalities as a lateral move, especially to become the mayor of Huayi City.